Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2002 11:58:30 -0400 (EDT)
From: Rob Andresen
Subject: Dad's Pic-a-nic Basket
I've always been an outdoor kinda guy. I guess that comes from
living at the edge of National forests all my life. You see, my Dad is a
park Ranger and has been working the parks for my entire life.
I always thought my Dad was cool. He has those rugged good looks
they always put on park posters, in fact he's actually on a couple, with
wavy dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and that cleft chin that drives women
wild.
It wasn't until I got into high school that I realized that his
cleft chin was driving me wild too! Course, by then I had met a few more
friends with whom I could explore that part of my life. I learned how to
suck cock so well that the whole football team came to me after homecoming
my senior year to celebrate. They all went home happy, that's for sure.
But things were coming to an end for me. I got a soccer
scholarship to ASU and was going off to Arizona in a few weeks. So I
collected my buddies once or twice a day and we went off for some man to
man fun.
My friend Jamie and I had just gotten off in a small cave near one
of the many streams in the park and were lying there, basking in the
afterglow when he popped the question.
"You ever think about your Dad, Jeff?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, have you ever seen him naked or though about his dick? I
mean, come on, your Dad is such a hunk!"
And didn't I know it. His buddies all called him Yogi because he
was hairy, like a bear, but all I had ever seen was his chest when he took
his shirt off to work in the yard during summer.
"I've never seen him like that. I mean, he's hot and all, but he's
my Dad!"
"Man, I'd love to suck his cock, that's for sure. Wonder if he'd
go for it?"
:Nah. He's been with my Mom forever and I know they get it on at
least a couple times a week. I can hear the springs when they fuck!"
Jamie chuckled but dropped the conversation and I forgot about it
pretty quickly.
It was the week before I was supposed to leave and I was getting a
little depressed. I went wandering in the park, as I usually did when I
was depressed, and kept to the side paths that few people knew about. I
always had some luck finding a camper or hiker playing with himself along
these paths. There was something about the seclusion that made guys feel
able to whip it out and wank it.
I was coming up on a curve through the rocks that led to a small
side canyon, one of my favorite places to jerk off, when I heard a soft
slapping sound echoing off the rocks. I chuckled, knowing that there was
some fucking going on.
There is a short path that leads up the side of the rocks to a
point looking over the canyon that would give an excellent view so I took
it and crawled the last few feet to the top.
I almost slid down again in shock. There was my Dad, fucking a red
headed hiker like a bronco! The hiker had these tight jean shorts around
his ankles and was moaning as my Dad pounded his meat into the boy's ass.
I stared in amazement as all my fantasies came rushing back to
mind. My Dad, his Ranger uniform shirt unbuttoned and open to show his
furry chest, was sliding some pretty impressive man meat into the red ass
cheeks of his conquest. I watched his furry ass cheeks gliding forward
with each thrust and then bending back as more than ten inches of meat slid
out of the hiker's hole.
Dad was coming close to eruption, I could tell. His eyes scrunched
up and he began shaking in the knees, his fuck tool twisting deep in the
hiker. The hiker grabbed his own dangling cock and pounded his beef five
quick shots before he tensed and dropped a nice load onto the rocky floor.
The twitching ass muscles drove Dad over the edge and he plowed
deep into the white boy's ass, holding his conquest as his meat must have
sprayed gallons of juice, coating the hiker's rectum. They stood there a
few more moments before Dad pulled his meat out with a "plop" and stuffed
his cock back into his uniform pants.
"That's the kind of thing you'll get if I catch you jacking off out
here again, boy! Now get that sorry ass out of here and back to camp!"
"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir," answered the hiker as he pulled up his
shorts and backed down the trail to the more commonly used parts of the
park. With the hiker gone, Dad leaned back against a tree and puffed a
bit, his chest glistening with sweat from the manfuck he had just
completed. I couldn't believe what I had seen and kept staring at the
bulge that was prominently displayed in my Dad's uniform.
He wiped his chest and sighed, standing to begin dressing again. I
decided it was best for me to get out of there so I leaned forward to push
off the rock when centuries of wear and tear combined with my weight to
crack the rock free of its neighbors, sending me sliding face first down
the rocky incline to land at my Dad's feet.
"What the hell!" He grabbed me by the neck of my shirt and dragged
me to my knees, facing him. When he caught sight of my face he jerked back
in surprise.
"Jeff. What the hell do you think you are doing out here?"
"Uh..I was just wandering around out here, Dad. Honest!"
He stood there, his chest still visible and wet, his bulging pants
showing signs of a wet spot, his eyes darting about. "Damn! Double damn!
Just how much did you see?"
One thing about Dad, he required honesty above all else and I knew
that. "Um..I just saw the end of it Dad. When you shot your load into the
guy."
We stayed where we were, trying to figure out what to do next when
my Dad apparently made a decision and nodded. "All right then. And what
do you think about what you saw?"
"Um. Well, I, uh, I thought it was exciting, Dad. Uh, I, well, I
thought you fucked his ass pretty well!"
Dad jerked his head at the swear words, something I had never done
in front of him before, but I saw an evil glint in his eyes as he digested
what I had said.
"I see. So you liked watching your Dad pumping that boy's ass, did
you?"
"Um, yeah, I did, Dad." I swear, Dad's cock twitched in his khakis
and he grinned.
"You like seeing men get it on with each other, boy?"
"Uh, yes, sir." I replied, sensing the train of thought roll
through.
"You liked watching that man dick of mine sliding into that boy's
tight ass cheeks? Well, I think that's a bad thing, boy. I think you
shouldn't like watching Daddy pumping his juice into a boy cunt."
"Yes, sir."
"This means we need to punish you, boy, you got that?"
"Yes, sir. I do."
"And what kind of punishment do you think you should get for spying
on your Dad?"
"Sir, I should get the same punishment that hiker got, sir."
His eyes positively glowed at my words and I knew I had his
attention then.
"And how should that punishment start, boy?"
"Sir, I should have to clean your cock off and get it ready to fuck
my boy cunt, sir!"
Dad grinned and nodded at me. I reached out and snapped his
uniform pants open, the dark bushy mound of pubic hair popping out from
behind the zipper as it slid down under pressure from his growing member.
I completed the zipper's track and slid the pants down over Dad's wide
hips, his cock springing up after being released from its confines.
He had grown back to almost full size and now, up close, I could
see that it was at least eleven inches long and meaty, not stringy like
Jamie's dick. I grasped it near the base and Dad gasped, a string of cum
oozing from the mushroom head onto my arm. It was hot and smooth with a
throbbing vein extending the entire length.
I leaned forward and licked the pearl of juice from his piss slit,
stringing it out as I pulled back from his throbbing member. It tasted of
wood and honey as I slid the love juice down my throat. I went back for
seconds and thirds, each time collecting a little more of the man cream as
he began dripping in earnest.
I ran my hand up and down my Dad's shaft, milking the honey
goodness out of it for a few minutes, drinking the juice that made me. But
I had to taste more of him and so I popped the mushroom head into my mouth
and twirled my tongue around the soft cap. Dad groaned as I played his
skin flute with all my experience, sliding my hand down his shaft to milk
more of his cum out.
I could tell he had just fucked a guy, there was still that musky
smell and taste to his meat, and it aroused me even more. I popped the
button on my shorts and they dropped to the ground, revealing my own seven
inch throbber and the dripping juices I was making.
Dad had his eyes closed and was moaning softly as I swallowed his
cock into my moist mouth. I slid down the length of the shaft until the
head was lodged firmly in my throat and his pubes were tickling my nose.
Then I started swallowing, the muscles in my throat massaging his cockhead,
sending Dad into waves of feeling. He groaned as he caressed my head,
murmuring to me.
"Damn, boy, that's a good piece of head you're giving Daddy! Suck
on that meat, boy. You know you came from there, suck down the meat that
made you. Juice your Daddy, son!"
I knew I had to taste his cum then, I had to have that honey
sweetness, so I fondled his balls, hanging low beneath his member, and
started seriously sucking his cock. I knew the tricks to play, running my
tongue over the head and down the shaft as it slid down my throat, scraping
my teeth gently over the sensitive crown, and running the head into my
mouth using the top to create more friction.
It wasn't long before Dad's breathing became labored and his legs
began shaking like I had seen earlier.
"Fuck, boy, you've got your old man juicing good now. Taste that
spooge sliding down your throat? You're gonna see a big load in a little
bit here. Just keep sliding Dad's cock down your throat, boy!"
He suddenly thrust forward and growled as his cock swelled even
larger. Not wanting to miss a drop, I pulled back and felt the first shot
as it hit my tonsils, almost knocking me backwards. He shot again and
again and again, each time filling my mouth with man cream, forcing me to
swallow each time or lose the precious load. He shot nine times before the
twitching became too intense and he fell back against the tree he had been
sitting on earlier.
I continued to lick the juice from his cock, savoring the flow of
cream that seemed to still seep from his member. When I had finally
cleaned him off, I looked up at him and grinned.
"So, Ranger, was that the punishment you were thinking of? I kinda
thought I was getting into Yogi's pic-a-nic basket for a change!"
Dad and I laughed at the joke and he touseled my hair. "Well, boy,
maybe this bear has met his match. But now it's time to see what's in your
basket!"
Let me know what you think. Always love hearing about the effect my
stories have!
Rob